A Weekend of Gluttony

Oh my goodness. We have to stop eating now. But first...Eggs Benedict for Mike's birthday today. It's a tradition.

We were both out working the yard for several hours yesterday. The place is an absolute mess. The weather has been so terribly wet this spring there has been little opportunity to pull weeds. Mike was pressure washing the deck which was covered in green munge. Our deck is also the roof of the downstairs family room. It has a sand base covered in a waterproof membrane. The membrane was replaced and the deck practically rebuilt a few summers ago at great expense to the homeowners. I mention this only because the "great expense" part is still stinging. Anyway...despite it's anti-slippery properties, said green munge had caused it to be quite slippery. I realize here I'm painting a rather nasty portrait of our house. Not to worry. Yesterday's pressure washing session took care of that. Weather is only so powerful. We have tools. Don't quote me, please.

And then, just to emphasize that we have tools, he got out his blower and made short work of all the little twigs and pine needles deposited everywhere over the winter. The place looks better now...except for the weeds, which I'm pulling just slightly faster than they can grow. And that brings me back to where I started, which was to say that the weeds have really taken hold this year. I was digging and pulling them for a couple of hours yesterday, but there are still many more waiting for me. On a positive note, when one is looking for the largest among them, one barely sees the ordinary-sized weeds that also need pulling. Those will be saved for the chemical warfare. I worry that we won't be able to find the house if the weeds aren't dealt with before we leave.

So anyway...dinner last night was lovely. Valerie was unable to make it as she wasn't feeling well, so we had five. As always, we laughed and laughed. My boys are so different from one another, but they have in common their great senses of humor. Even their humor is different from one another, but they are a hoot to have around. Mae is delightful in her own way. They brought flowers, some of these from Mae's garden.

And because it was a busy day, I don't have a lot to tell you. There was no time for sewing, although I did help Matthew add a magnetic snap to a sort of "cape" he's going to be wearing at an event this coming week. This pleased him no end because the "cape" was presenting a definite wardrobe functioning problem. The fabric was sheer, and so we reinforced it with some matching fabric and then Mike helped attach the magnetic snap. It all worked out. I should have taken a picture of him wearing it because it was hilarious. 

So, the only other thing I have to tell you about the weekend is that I noticed Mt. St. Helens venting some steam this morning. This happens on a regular basis, and it used to be newsworthy in the way moon landings and space shuttle launches were newsworthy. Today, it doesn't even warrant notice by the most casual of observers...unless you're me, trying to think of things to write in your blog when there isn't a lot else to say.

Nevertheless, I want to say that we were living in Portland on May 18, 1980, when the mountain erupted for the first time, and that was really something! What I remember most about it was that baby Erik pulled himself to a standing position for the first time that day. He was eight months old. Time sure flies.

So with that I'll leave you to ponder what the heck I was just talking about and how one single person can write so much about eating breakfast, pulling weeds, sewing on snaps, and non-newsworthy events. If you come up with an answer, please let me know.